Sura & Baya

Surabaya, the second largest city in Indonesia, lies on the northeastern end of the island of Java, on 7.2° (805 km) south of equator to be exact. The time in Surabaya is GMT + 7. The city was officially founded in 1293 when Raden Widjaja established Majapahit, Indonesia's most glorious empire. History told that the city was founded on the site of a "legendary" battle between a sura (shark) and a baya (crocodile) thus the name 'Surabaya'. The people of Surabaya had gone through numerous fights against British and Dutch. The last battle they had fought before achieving their independence was the Battle of Surabaya. The Indonesian peasant army had fought in a state of frenzy so as to make certain Indonesia would become a free and independent Republic, and vowed to forever fight and sacrifice until freedom became a reality. Those who fought and died for Indonesia in that bloody battle are commemorated by the Tugu Pahlawan (Heroes' Monument). Since November 1945, Surabaya has always been known as Kota Pahlawan (City of Heroes). Almost 80% of its population are Moslems.

After doing a hell lot of thinking, I agreed to join my aunt and her maid for a year-end trip to Surabaya, Indonesia. Looking at the calender, December 2004 could be the right time to have that trip where I could 'make full use' of my annual leave balance or else they would be forfeited when new year came and that would be such a waste. Another friend of mine, Miss N agreed to join making it four of us heading for a fun trip to Surabaya.

As soon as we landed at Juanda International Airport, situated at the center of the small city of Surabaya, a smell of spicy bakso (fishball soup) surrounded us, pricked on our nostrils and tempted us to hop onto those plastic seats and slurp the soup down our throats. But first thing first. Casting our hunger and thirst aside, we hailed a cab and searched for a good place to stay. Later then we would think of filling up our empty bellies. The cab took us to Gerisik, an hour journey from Surabaya, and managed to find a 3-star hotel called Saptanawa Hotel. Nothing much to be seen around this empty and extremely quiet town. Few blocks ahead was a small foodstall where we indulged ourselves in the spicy taste of bakso. Looking around while the aroma of the soup spiralled around me, I discovered that most of the town's inhibitants were poor farmers. Some lived in small wooden houses not larger than our rented hotel room. Some lived in squatters, where I could see neighbours gather by the fence, perhaps discussing some interesting 'issues' of the day and children played alongside the water-filled walkway. They seemed to be oblivious of the opulent world outside. My aunt's maid later then headed for her village where her family lived, leaving the three of us on our own.

Headed back to the busy town of Surabaya, we stopped to have lunch at Ria Restaurant which offered us their very own delicious local dishes, better known as Nasi Padang. We spent the night at a not so luxurious hotel called Andita Hotel. But I praised their excellent services in providing us a 'home-feel' stay.

Pasar Turi and Pasar Atum were just a walking distance but we took a cab anyway. Decided to visit Pasar Turi first, we went for a shopping spree there. Sandals, scarfs, cow-leather bags, t-shirts, beads were among the things that could be found in our shopping bags. Not enough, we proceeded to Pasar Atum. In there, we went on again for another shopping spree. This time, they were cheap leather belts, cheap leather purses, more scarfs and more t-shirts. Funny how it seemed, although being horrified with our spendthrift manner, we just kept on buying and buying and buying. Sighing all the way that we had to squeeze ourselves among the throng of those who seemed to be people with manner like ours in order to get from one shop to another, I found myself sweating all over from head to toe. At last, after having enough with the 'confinement' in the overcrowded market, we decided to leave. Upon reaching the entrance, the sun had already descended and gone out of sight. I couldn't believe we had wasted almost 6 hours of our precious sight-seeing time in the market and nearly got ourselves bankrupt. But those worries vanished when we were taken by the locals to a market-like seafood restaurant, The SeaMaster. As soon as we reached our room at Andita Hotel, we cafefully re-arranged out the itinerary so that we would have time for sight-seeing (which we had wasted on shopping this morning).

A cab which had been pre-arranged the night before came to take us to Malang the next morning. It is a much cooler town situated approximately 340km from Surabaya. They grow apples here. Amazingly, they are sweet and 'crispy' and undoubtedly fresh. If other countries have theme parks, Malang also owns one. Jawa Timur Park, situated on a hilly terrain, not only offers a small and simple roller coaster, a swimming pool with a couple of fountains, and a ghost house, but some cultural objet d'art can also be seen around, such as miniatures of wayang kulit characters, statues of the heroes who died in battles in order to protect their district from being ripped and taken away by those ruthless imperialists and some old traditional houses lining along the hillcrest.

Feeling really exhausted, we had a simple dinner on our back from Malang and dozed off as soon as we reached our hotel room. When next morning came, we planned to fill up the day with a tour around Surabaya town. Actually, there were lots of different ways to get around in Surabaya, from the traditional becak (trishaw) to bemos (enclosed minibus), public buses and air conditioned cabs. So this time, we unanimously decided to try the trishaw. After a brief price bargaining with the trishaw driver, we were first taken to the Muzium Pahlawan (Museum of Heroes). By the roadside, we could see people lying around under bridges, only layers of torn boxes separated their bodies from the cold soil. These homeless seeked comfort and warmth only by covering themselves with thin old dirty sheets. Across the street I could see two young boys, one was playing a guitar and the other one was holding out his hands to passersby begging for 'rewards' for their street performance. I thanked God that I did not have to see the heart-wrenching scenes such as these back in my own country. We alighted from the trishaw when we reached the museum's pearl white gate. Some historical monuments around the museum's yard made the museum look more presentable.

Inside was a common view of a typical museum; replicas of tankers and jet fighters, lines of old weapons used in the battles, statues showing off traditional clothings during old days, slideshow flashing back the condition of Surabaya during wartime. Hanging high above on the museum wall was the slogan 'Merdeka atau Mati' meaning Freedom or Die. The slogan is cried out everytime they celebrate their Hari Pahlawan (the day to remember the heroes) which falls on November 10 every year.

We continued our tour by stopping at all monuments that could be seen around the town area, but the one that amazed me the mos t was the Sura Baya Monument. The trishaw driver who took us around further amazed me with his story on how Surabaya got its name. The story took place back in Majapahit time where the Raja of Majapahit saw a shark fighting with a crocodile while he was sailing to search for a new land. Being thought as a sign from God, he hence made a promise to name the land he would first set sail as Surabaya (sura means shark and baya means crocodile). The trishaw driver kept on with his story in a thick Indonesian accent. We scarcely understood most of the storylines, but so as not to hurt his feeling we just nodded all way.

Back in our hotel room, we packed up our things for the trip would end tomorrow and that we would be going back to Malaysia. Packing had never been this fun! Talking and laughing! Looking at the heap of souvenirs we bought, we wondered how the hell had we gone through the squeezing and pushing and being pushed in the overcrowded market. We reminisced back the time when the three of us had given such a torturous time to the trishaw driver by asking him to take us around to every corner of the city (which was not in the plan during the bargaining). We giggled at the fact that the Chinese in Indonesia conversed with each other in national Indonesian language instead of their own.

The next morning, Surabaya would be another remarkable land I had been to. An hour before departing from Juanda International Airport, Surabaya, I did the last thing I wished to do - I had a bowl of bakso.

Sang Nila Utama Was Here

Singapore, was described as 'Pu-luo-chung' (Island At The End of a Peninsula) by the Chinese, who first discovered the island. However, little is known about the island's history at this time. As recorded in the Malay Annals, in ancient times, Singapore was known as 'Temasek', a Javanese word for Sea City. Sometime in the 11th century, Singapore was again discovered by Prince Sang Nila Utama of the Sri Vijaya Empire who sighted a mystical beast which he later learnt was a lion. He then decided to name the island "Singapura" which in Sanskrit means Lion (Singa) City (Pura).

I stood infront of the Merlion statue, one of the world's famous icons. I flipped through the guidebook I had bought while my friend was busy taking a few shots of the statue. According to the book, the fish tail of the Merlion symbolises the ancient city of Temasek and represents Singapore's humble beginnings as a fishing village (populated by a handful of fishermen and sea gypsies). Wow! Looking up, I glanced around and wondered how Singapore might have looked like long long time ago. Starting as a fishing village, Singapore is now a vibrant, modern city-state of 2.8 million people and has also become one of Asia's economic 'dragons' and the regional centre trade, transport, banking, tourism and communication. Thanks to Sir Stamford Raffles who had developed the swampy, thickly jungled island into a sophisticated country after he claimed Singapore for the British East India company in 1819.

Humming the country's national song 'Count on Me, Singapore', we walked to the Esplanade - Theatres On The Bay, Singapore's most exciting performance arts venue to date located at the waterfront overlooking Marina Bay and just a walking distance from the Merlion statue. The complex with its unique and distinctive dome-shaped roofs (dubbed 'the Durian' by locals) comprises a 1,600-seat concert hall, a 2,000-seat theatre and several recital rooms, theatre and rehearsal studios, as well as outdoor performing spaces. It also houses a mall, cosmopolitan food outlets and a library.

From Esplanade to Orchard Road and from Orchard Road to Sentosa, it had been an endless fun and excitement. At Sentosa, we visited the Underwater World and played volleyball on the Siloso Beach. We even managed to catch the pink dolphin show before headed back to the city centre.

Our last stop was Mount Faber which had presented us an excellent view of the Singapore city. As a compliment to the beautiful scenery that surrounded us, I took a few snapshots.

That’s the end of our sighseeing in Singapore. We headed to the Singapore Train Station right away to catch the Senandung Malam coach back to Kuala Lumpur where we belonged.

Up, Up And Away!

I nearly got choked on my food when I was told that my name was listed for the Merdeka Day 2004 helicopter ride. The purpose was to check the traffic condition on North-South Expressway on that day and prepare a report about it as soon as I got back to the office. It wasn't so much fun to me as it might be to some people.

I have height anxiety. Scientifically they call it as 'Hypsiphobia'. And to make things worse, I have also the fear for flying which they call it as 'Aviophobia'. The word phobia is Greek which means 'fear' and therefore any word that is connected to it should be Greek. Having a combination of both anxieties didn't give much help during my heli ride from Ipoh to Senawang and back to Kuala Lumpur. It was really a torment that I could not close my eyes during the take-off as I also suffered from 'motion sickness'. Closing my eyes would only make it worse. Afraid of throwing up on my shoes, I kept my eyes wide open and kept myself calm at all times. 

With camera in one hand and airsickness bag in the other, I did what I was supposed to do. Keeping close watch on the traffic, I continuously updated the log book and took few shots of the traffic at certain stretches. As those photos would have to go along with my report, I had to make sure those shots were taken with steady hands (so as to capture sharp and clear photos). The fear and sickness I had inside were soon forgotten as the behaviours of some road users catched my attention. From up above, I could see some of them speed like they were so in need of toilet. Some drove like they were being chased by mafias. The motorbikers tailgating the lorries for no solid reason. 

I was pleasantly entertained by the scenarios. But then, as I was about to get quite comfortable with the altitude and the whole situation, I heard the pilot radioed the Subang Terminal and I knew it was time to land. Supressing my frustration that the show was over, I laid back and tried to relax. The fear came back again but it was not as terrible as earlier.

Eventhough I did not find heli-riding overwhelming at first, at the end of it I did learn one important thing - it is absolutely a great satisfaction for being able to overcome your worst fear. So I'm gonna keep on watching you guys from above. Captain, I am ready for another take-off!

Land Down Under

The south-Pacific routes of Captain James Cook's voyages and my journey. The Cook's first voyage is shown in red, second voyage in green, third voyage in blue. My journey is shown in yellow.

 

Australia, labeled as The Land Down Under, is an Oceania continent situated between the Indian Ocean and the South Pacific Ocean. History claims that in 1770, the continent was discovered by a British lad, James Cook on his first voyage across Pacific Ocean. Cook, being superior in surveying and cartographic skills, courageous in exploring dangerous locations to confirm the facts and excellent in leading men in adverse conditions had earned himself a title of World's Greatest Explorer.

Spinning the globe made of glass on my table, I searched for the little continent I wished to explore one day. That day came few months later. Early morning of 16th April 2004, together with two other friends, I boarded a Singapore Airlines air-bus from Kuala Lumpur International Airport to Brisbane. The journey wasn't so fun should I need to describe it. Bad weather had caused some turbulence to the air-craft making the trip a bumpy ride. We had to endure the not-so-relaxing journey for almost 10 hours (stopped for a transit at Changi Airport, Singapore).

We reached Brisbane at half-past 8.00pm Australia Time (2 hours ahead of Malaysia Time). Since the South-east part of Australia was experiencing after-winter at that time, the temperature touched 18 deg Celcius. For a person who had never been to cold climate countries before, I felt this coldness an exciting new experience. Despite that joyful feeling, I pulled my jacket more tightly around my shivering body. As we were not able to find a cheap lodge or motel, we were left with no other choice but to stay overnight at Hilton Hotel.

Waking up the next day, we checked out from the hotel and searched for a shop where we could rent a campervan. Managed to get one, we drove our way down to Surfer's Paradise and Disney World, Gold Coast. 

As another day was dawning, we continued our journey to Sydney. The breathtaking views of the majestic Sydney Opera House and Harbour Bridge would forever perpetuated in my mind. We stood there by the harbour watching the sun set and disappear behind the glorious building where great entertainers around the world performed.

The day went by so fast and our next plan for the next day was to head further southwards to Canberra. We made few stops along the way; Bondi Beach and Blue Mountain where the Three Sisters, Grand Stairway and Echo Point were. Renowned as Diplomatic City of Australia, Canberra boasted many well-maintained old administration buldings. At 2000hrs the city was already 'dead' and quite. Feeling a little bored of the surrounding, we felt we should continue our journey straight to Melbourne.

At 0200hrs, awaiting us in Melbourne was a friend of ours (who happened to work and reside there) who later took us to his apartment for a good rest. The long hour journey had made us feel lethargic and soon, we were fast asleep. We woke up to the sound of bird chipping by the window pane. The clock on the desk showed it was time for lunch. After refreshing ourselves with halal Indonesian food at a Muslim restaurant across the road, we took a walk along Chapel Street and visited the Zoo of Melbourne. It was a great feeling to be able to play with the kangaroos, koalas and peacocks. Wombats and dingoes were also among the animals featured in the zoo. Finding a spot at St. Kilda, we basked in the splendour of its beautiful beach and inhaled the freshly brewed coffee from a cafe nearby. At night, after having a light dinner at Hard Rock Cafe, we checked out some 'places' where they sold kinky stuff and where the naked ladies danced.

From Melbourne to Adelaide, we moved along the Great Ocean Road, the most spectacular and breath-taking coastline of south-west Victoria. As we traveled, we passed by few fascinating areas including the famous Twelve Apostles, the Otways R ainforest and the Great Ocean Road itself. We also stopped for photoshots at some resort towns like the Apollo Bay and Lorne, the coastal cities of Geelong and Warrnambool and the historic villages of Queenscliff, Port Campbell and Portland, before reaching the town of Adelaide at 1900hrs. 

Adelaide, built on the Torrens River and entirely surrounded by parklands, is perhaps most well known for its fine dining, wine (such as the Barossa Valley), festivals, theatres and boutique shopping. Scrutinizing the surrounding, I found that the city possesed a strong sense of history as it was portrayed in its well preserved 'low rise' heritage buildings, churches and Edwardian mansions. The city of Adelaide was named in 1836 after the wife of King William IV, Adelaide, Princess of Saxe-Meiningen. We searched every corner of the city for a cheap motel to stay in. We finally found one and settled for the night.

It was the tenth day of our trip, our last day day in the Land of Oz and we all started to miss the tasty Malaysian food, the Malaysia's warm weather and the familiar faces of the country's mix-nations; the Malays, Chinese and Indians. I couldn't wait to board the plane and meet all my friends and family in Malaysia to tell them what a tremendously good time I had while in Australia. We departed at 1400hrs, leaving our Melbourne friend and sweet memories behind.

The Island Of Thousand Temples

Bali, not only famous for its breathtaking view of rice-terraces and sandy beaches overlooking the Indian Ocean, but its unique cultural attraction has always been the main reason for travellers to explore the island so full of myths. Lying just eight degrees South of the Equator, Bali is one of the 13,677-odd islands that make up the great Indonesian archipelago. Just 5632 sq. km. in area, it is barely the size of the State of Delaware. Nevertheless, renowned for its outstanding natural beauty and being home to a unique and vibrant culture, Bali’s reputation as an island paradise far exceeds its small physical size. Although Indonesia declares Islam as its dominant religion, Bali however is the only state of Indonesia that devotes Hinduism largely covering almost 90% of the island's population. Combination of both Buddhist and to a lesser degree Hindu beliefs, laid the foundation for modern Balinese-Hinduism. 

I could not withstand the charm the island had set on me any longer. On 7th Feb 2004, with my travelling buddy tagging along, I departed to the resplendent island. Setting foot on the holy ground, I visioned that the trip would be fulfilling.

The first thing we did immediately after touching down at Ngurah Rai Airport, Denpasar was to find a good car rental shop. Not bothering at all about lunch, with the jeep we that manage to rent with good price, we made our way around Kuta Beach. True enough, the beach was cotton white and lively. Happening cafes and bistros lining up the shore. Some surfers showing off to the onlookers how skillful they were at 'playing tricks' with the ocean water. Craft vendors pestering the tourists with their fine arts. Eventhough Kuta had once been marred by the bomb blasting tragedy, somehow the incident did not succeed to discolor its beauty.

We made our way up to Nusa and Ubud the next day stopping only at few temples (pura) we saw along the trip. I was fascinated to see young Balinese women place floral offerings to the gods in front of every doorway. Uluwatu Temple, situated in the center of Uluwatu town was one of the captivating temples I had seen so far. In Ubud, we took our time to try out the ancient spa and watch Legong dance (also known as Dance of the Virgins). In legends, Legong is the heavenly dance of divine nymphs. Accompanied by the gamelan gong (the full Balinese orchestra), the dancers would move artistically to the melody.

From Ubud we made a stop at Kintamani, where the majestic volcanic Mount Agung and Mount Batur could be found resting serenely. We managed to climb to the top of the historically active Mount Batur located at the center of two concentric calderas north west of Mount Agung. Standing 1,717 metres above mean sea level, the first historically documented eruption of Batur was in 1804, and it has been frequently active since then. The mountain's last eruption was reported in 2000. As we descended down, some small temples could be seen from afar. 

Making our way down back to Kuta, we stopped by at few places; the infamous Banjar Hot Spring and Reptile Farm, the antique Puri Anyar (Anyar Palace), the breathtakingly beautiful Tanah Lot Temple and some other strange old temples.

Time had not been kind to us. So many things to see, so many places to explore with so short of time, four days of exploration didn't seem to be enough. We finally got on board of an airplane, taking sweet memories of Bali back to Kuala Lumpur.

Bali - definitely an interesting and wonderful place to discover!